Chapter 33 ~ Revived Road Kill

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Keith rose out of bed one morning, woken up by the sunlight streaming into the bed room. He looked over at the other beds and noticed Cole's bed was empty. His Iredescent senses caught the sound of running water from the faucet. He instantly knew Cole was in the bathroom washing his hands. The others were still asleep, the room quiet and peaceful. None of the irangels snored; Iredescents and irangels don't snore, ever. Only humans snored.

Cole dried his hands and walked out of the bathroom, dressed in a heathered blue shirt and grey sweats. Keith thought he looked so much like a college student, tousled hair and all. Cole caught Keith's eye and gave him a small nod in hello, saying, "Guten Morgen" as he headed for the kitchen.

(Guten Morgen means Good Morning in German. The pronunciation is: Goo-tehn Mor-gehn)

"Guten Morgen," Keith said back, curious to see what Tori was up to this fine day. He longed to go outside and fly in the sunshine, but they were no longer allowed that limited restricted freedom, kept solely as prisoners. No, Keith amended, as lab subjects in her secret irangel experimentation.

Cole helped himself to steel cut oats with blueberries and fresh milk as Keith sat with his elbows on the table, gazing out the window. Though the irangels could see somewhat of a frosty view of the outside world, they were invisible to the outside world. The glass was less opaque than the glass wall that separated the bed room from the transformation room, making it more visible to see what was going on outside. Spring had turned to summer, the days bright and sunny.

As Keith continued admiring the bright colors coming from the sunlight hitting the forest, he squinted his eyes when he saw what looked like an angel walking towards the glass building carrying something in a red blanket.

Cole turned towards the window as he sensed the angel's approach. Both irangels watched as the blonde angel, dressed in a white shirt and slim skinny light blue jeans, her wings white-ish grey, take flight with the smaller bundle in her hands. Shortly after, they heard the entrance door open from the storage room and realized the angel was Tori.

Cole's eyes narrowed and Keith's eyes widened as they watched Tori walk over to the experimentation room. They hastily followed her, Cole saying sternly, "What are you up to now, you evil bitch – " He stopped mid-word when they both saw what was in the blanket.

It was a dead raccoon. Tori set it on the table, facing Cole and Keith as she smoothed out the blanket so that it was flat on the table. The small red blanket was actually a thick blanket scarf. Tori must've been wearing it while she was out, Keith thought. It made a nice cushion for the raccoon. Its eyes were closed and there were a few wounds from where it had been hit by a car. The blood was dried, fur matted in it.

"I found a raccoon lying dead on the side of the road," Tori confirmed, putting on a white lab coat over her clothes. "I want to try something I know how to do but never done before."

Cole already knew what Tori was going to attempt doing. He stared at her incredulously. "Oh my stars," he said softly, realizing. "You're gonna try to bring it back to life."

Tori met Cole's eyes, the look in them confirming his realization. Keith gasped, asking, "How is it even possible? He's already dead."

"Hours dead, to be precise. He was hit by a car about two or three hours ago," Tori answered. "I'm going to see if I can successfully bring him back to life."

"No freakin' way!" Keith exclaimed as other awakened irangels started coming in the room. Velo was rubbing his eyes, saying, "So what are you all gathered here for?" while Justin immediately asked, "What's going on?"

"Tori's gonna bring roadkill back to life," Cole said, unable to take his eyes off the raccoon.

As the irangels watched, Tori pulled the sheet off something covered to the side, unveiling a human-sized capsule pod. It was white and futuristic-looking with clear light blue lines on the side. A small tray emerged at the side along with a computer system screen. Its ethereal appearance caught the irangels off guard, realizing this was something Tori must've carefully constructed a long time ago.

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